Childhood Friend Pinned Beneath a Hulking Delinquent, Writhing in Ecstasy – Unbearable Jealousy Surges as I Watch (49/377)
Something ominous came over me after she sent him off.
What an incredible girl. Even after I'd gone that far, she wasn't intimidated at all. No, that couldn't be. Maybe she was acting even bolder to hide her hurt feelings. Or... honestly, I had no idea. Women are always so complicated.
That evening, I met Jiyeon and we ended up in a dingy little dive bar. It was her stubborn idea.
"The atmosphere matters if you're gonna scare him."
"Why do I have to scare him?"
No matter how much I insisted I wasn't good at intimidating people, she swore my face alone would do the trick.
"Just scowl and that's it. Yeah! Just like that. You're good at it. One more thing you're great at now."
I wasn't even scowling. But whatever. It was fine. Sure, heading straight to a motel to ravish each other's bodies was great, but holding her hand like this in a place like this, knocking back a drink—it made me incredibly happy.
"So, what's this Minam friend like?"
I wanted to know a bit about the childhood friend we were meeting today. He might look innocent, but he could be hiding a violent side. Maybe he'd take out his frustration on me for stealing his girl. Was that why she wanted me to meet him? I got a sudden chill.
"Hmm... the most innocent guy in the world."
Jiyeon said it like it was the most obvious thing. The most innocent guy? Yeah right. I didn't buy that crap.
"Never had a girlfriend. Doesn't even look at porn."
Hmm... that punk. Total perv. A girl who claims she's never lied in her life and a guy who's never seen anything naughty? Total liars.
"Really?"
"Totally. That's why I can't even talk about that stuff with him. He's such a shy guy."
Jiyeon, whose head was filled with filthy thoughts, truly believed her longtime crush was pure as snow. This girl was way too innocent herself. There was no such thing as a pure guy in this world. Any man around a hot girl was just waiting for a chance to fuck her.
But I didn't want to shatter her illusions. Telling her the truth about her childhood friend would just make me look petty.
After a few more questions, I got a rough read on this Minam kid. He'd been pretending to be the world's purest guy for years just to turn innocent Jiyeon into his girlfriend. Pure? Sure, maybe they exist. But staying pure while staring at those massive tits day in and day out? Either not an adult or one hell of a liar.
"Remember those pics you took of me last time? The ones where I'm in underwear but kinda sexy? I showed him one 'cause it came out pretty, and he looked like he was gonna puke."
"Haha, really?"
Bit over the top, no? Not your average kid, huh? Maybe coming out here wasn't such a good idea.
"But why'd you tell him you wouldn't show him anymore?"
Even though you think he's so pure?
"'Cause of you, obviously! I don't want you getting suspicious over nothing."
Aww, such a good girl. Too cute for words.
"Truth is, I didn't wanna run into you while with him either. But man, he threw such a fit about wanting to see you just once..."
"What, can't meet him? It's not that hard."
"I didn't want to! Tch!"
Huh? Was it 'cause I'm too ugly? That thought crossed my mind.
"No, not 'cause you're ugly."
Jiyeon caught on. She saw I was sulking.
"My ajusshi's so handsome."
She lied without batting an eye. Fine. Sorry...
About 30 minutes after we arrived, the infamous Minam showed up.
"Say hi. My boyfriend."
"Uh? ..."
The boy froze when he saw me, couldn't even greet right away. Looked shocked. Not just from seeing his crush's boyfriend.
"Nice to meet you."
I greeted first. Clearly, I had the upper hand here. And in person, he was even prettier than his photos. Attending a top university everyone knew. Good family too—parents ran some company. Handsome, smart, from a perfect home. Total opposite of me. Honestly, he suited Jiyeon way better than I did.
"N-Nice to meet you... for the first time."
The pretty boy greeted awkwardly.
"Have a seat. Nice running into you like this."
I tried to act mature, suppressing the ugly jealousy bubbling up as I stared at that perfect face.
"Oppa, no need to be formal with him. You're way older."
"Still, first time meeting."
"It's fine. You're older than me."
Minam couldn't shake his uncomfortable expression. He clearly hated my guts. Made sense. He probably thought I'd stolen his first love. But I had no desire to play nice. Just kill time and then enjoy Jiyeon later.
"Alright, then I'll talk casual like you're my little bro."
"Sure."
Minam sat, staring daggers. I poured him a shot. He downed it with a sour face.
"Good friends with Jiyeon, huh?"
"Since middle school. How'd you meet her?"
"Told you. She came to my company for a shoot, I fell first and chased her."
"No way! You picky about guys' faces!"
Minam argued right in front of me. What, thinks he's hot shit so uggos like me are beneath notice? Hurt my feelings. But seeing Jiyeon's face, I felt a bit bad.
"What's wrong with my oppa!"
Jiyeon shot back, glanced at me, looked guilty.
"What's wrong with my oppa... he's manly-looking!"
Her voice softer now, repeating like that, trying to defend me anyway.
"Manly... yeah..."
Minam muttered like he was conceding. Laying it on thick, huh?
"My oppa looks scary but he's got a deep heart and is super reliable. And he's buried people before!"
Jiyeon! That's not a brag!
I had no clue where to start damage control.
"Cough!"
Minam choked, coughed. The look in his eyes... he didn't really believe that, right?
"Joking. Who buries people."
I laughed heartily to ease his shock. But his face got weirder. The more I smiled, the paler he turned.
"No, not people—pig maybe? Anyway, oppa's great at lots of stuff!"
Jiyeon realized her slip, tried to cover by listing my merits.
"Yeah, like what?"
Minam bristled. This kid really hated me. Hope he doesn't snap.
"Um..."
Apparently nothing she could say out loud. Or maybe nothing at all?
"Yeah... uh... right! He's great at photos."
"He's a photographer, duh he takes good pics. Otherwise he's a fraud."
Minam countered.
"Oppa isn't just a photographer!"
Jiyeon's rebuttal.
"See? Lying."
Smug Minam.
"Hey, gonna hit the bathroom quick."
Their convo made me uncomfortable. Jiyeon forcing hype, Minam venting hate freely. What? Too intense for just hating the guy who stole his childhood friend. Normal guys stew inside. But Minam seemed dead set on painting me as scum no matter what.
Sigh... annoying. Should I bail?
Went to wash hands, glanced in mirror... just a big lug, nothing special. Definitely didn't suit Jiyeon. Glanced at our table—those two looked perfect together.
Sigh... never cared much about looks... but seeing her handsome childhood friend, couldn't pretend it didn't bug me.
Right! Master Card! Wonder if there's a Handsome one? Wishful thinking? No! As an AV Master, endless possibilities ahead.
Sudden confidence surge. Sure, squid-level next to him now, but someday I'd match his charm.
With baseless bravado, I headed back.
"Oppa! What took so long!"
Jiyeon, chattering happily with Minam, welcomed me. Their spat must've ended. Good I stepped out.
"Said I was going to the bathroom."
"I thought you went to bury someone!"
She giggled, teased my face. Minam stared with dead eyes.
Staring at his handsome mug soured my mood.
Yeah, can't beat naturals...
"Have a shot, oppa!"
Jiyeon, oblivious or not, poured eagerly. I downed it; she stuffed a snack in my mouth.
"Mmm! Oppa so cute!"
Kissed my cheek. Ahh... healed my heart. With a girl this amazing by my side, who cares if not handsome.
Of course, I didn't forget she liked me for my powers, not me. But hey, weren't those powers part of me now? Post-AV Master, could I separate them? My looks, my abilities—they're all me. Just like this pretty boy's face wasn't "earned" through sweat.
Thus, I justified snagging Jiyeon unfairly. My power. My ability got me this babe.
Boldly, I draped an arm around her shoulders. And in that instant, I saw Minam's face twist in agony.
Reading the emotion was easy. Rage. Pure rage at the thief who stole his. If he had a gun, he'd empty the clip into me without hesitation.
Never gotten a look like that before. Spine-tingling chill.